Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.